Adam's POV

I groaned, waking up next to Tommy. He was sound asleep with his tail wrapped tightly around my waist. I smiled, pulling him closer to me so his head was pressed against my chest. I licked my lips trailing the palm of my hand down his rainbow tail. He whimpered in his sleep. Damn, I wanted to touch it so damn bad. This would be the first time I ever felt it. I know Tommy has seen me just staring at it, and he keeps saying I can poke at it, but I always get nervous, and I don't know why. But it obviously had a reaction on Tommy. He fucking whimpered. Does it feel good? I really want to find out, but isn't that an invasion to privacy? You know what, whatever. We've known each other for over three weeks; I think I have a right to touch his tail.

So, as he slept, I slowly began to trail my index finger down the length of his tail. When he didn't do anything, I curled my fingers around it and stroked it down to the tip. He shuddered and clung onto my shirt. I gasped silently and glanced down at him.

"A-Adam…" he moaned loudly, burying his face into my chest. I smirked lightly and ran my hand up then down. He whimpered. "A-ADAM!" he wailed in pleasure and his eyes shot open, gasping. I quickly released it and smiled sheepishly down at him. "'Fuck are you doing?" he hissed, his tail retreating. I blushed and bit my bottom lip. Oh, man, no I had been caught in the act, he's probably going to think I'm a freak—well more of one anyway…

"I…was just…seeing what happened when I messed with your tail is all, I'm sorry…" I replied, sighing, and licking my lips. He chuckled, placing a hand on my chest and looking at me.

"Well, I'll give you an analogy. My tail is as sensitive as my dick. Rub it up and down and I'll get hard, ya get it?" he asked and I blushed even more. He laughed and rolled off his cot, standing up and putting on his costume. Isaac had picked it out. Tight, black leather jeans sprinkled with glitter clung onto his legs, but there was a space for his tail to be free. On his torso was a laced up red corset and he had black finger-less gloves, much like myself. He looked at me and I frowned, noticing the black and blue bruise gracing his left cheekbone. Tommy had gotten angry again and was stricken by the ringmaster. I couldn't help him because I was chained up again. Isaac still hasn't gotten over me trying to kill him.

"Tommy!" I whined, lying back on my bed. I didn't want to get up, but Isaac was doing inspections today, so I had too. During inspections, he checks your room to make sure you didn't have anything of harm or means to escape. I always passed, but something told me today wouldn't go so smoothly. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I mumbled, throwing on a shirt and shuffling out of the tent. We were a traveling circus, but we remained in one spot for a month or two, and then moved on. Meaning, that there was one large bathroom on the south side of all the tents. Each freak had a tent and a roommate, so there were about thirty freaks, equaling fifteen tents.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I was thrust against the wall, and lips started to ravage mine. I moaned, lifting my arms up and wrapping them around Brad's neck. He smiled and slipped his tongue into my mouth and we began to wrestle. My cock twitched in its holder and I gasped when his knee began to gently rub it. I whined into the cavern of his mouth, lacing my fingers in his hair. When he pulled back, I panted, whining even more, wanting him to come back. The loss of touch was too much for me and I needed him to take care of me. Kiss me all over and relinquish each of my undying desires.

"Adam, I want you to be my boyfriend, my lover…I'm physical enough now that we can…" he gulped turning to the side, then looking back at me. "Make love…I love you so much Adam," he whispered, leaning up and biting my neck.

I moaned, my eyes widening. "B-Brad…" I purred and he pulled back. I cupped his face in my hands. "I love you too. So much…But I…" I bit my bottom lip, thinking of the small elf man that I had feelings for. His pointy ears, his soft tail…his badass personality, but his caring side. Brad may have been the first person to ever treat me with respect, but we wouldn't ever be able to have a full relationship, because he will always be dead. "I…"

"It's that elf isn't it?" Brad asked, his eyes narrowing. "Is it because you drank his blood? Adam, you can have my blood, see?" he said, biting deep into his wrist and holding it up to me. I moaned, glancing down at his blood. "Baby, you can have it all and be soul mates…" he whispered as I gently brought his wrist up to my mouth, biting down and tasting my liquid candy. But it was cold and tasteless. It didn't taste like Tommy's warm and candy-like. I didn't like it. But I loved Tommy's. I wanted it all the motherfucking time.

I pulled back and licked my lips. "I…" Brad shushed me.

"I can't talk now, but when I come back, please consider…" he whispered, cupping my face in his hands and slowly vanishing. I had my back pressed against the wall and my eyes were wide. Oh, fuck, this was all so confusing. Before Tommy came, everything was simple, but he turned my world upside down. And I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

I entered the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. When I lifted it up, I glanced to the side and Tommy was standing there, looking as pissed as shit. I choked on my breath and dried off my face, turning to look at him.

"You know, when you said you were going to the bathroom, I followed you because I thought it was an invitation, but then you started making out with that ghost again! And you said you LOVED him!" he hissed, walking up to me and pressing his hands against my chest and pushing me against the wall. I was assuming that since I bit Tommy, it gave him the ability to see Brad because the ghost was becoming slightly more physical each day. Or maybe it's an elf power, I'm not sure, but right now, that was something I shouldn't be thinking about. "Well he's DEAD, Adam…But I'm alive," he said, cupping my face in his hand and gently placing his lips on mine.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I felt like a whore…I just got out of a heated make-out sessions with Brad, now I was about to begin another with Tommy. But I didn't stop. I was getting…horny, and to be honest, I've never been horny before. Making out with one beautiful and loving man, now getting it on with another was too much.

My tongue parted his teeth and he opened wide, leaning me against the wall. I moaned and reached down, grabbing his tail and stroking it. My other hand cupped his cheek and my thumb began to gently rub circles on his tender bruise. He hissed, kissing me hard.

…This was all just so wrong.